As you searched for something to eat, you heard a faint rustling sound in the distance.To your surprise, it was an angel. They looked disheveled, with his wings in shambles and his halo cracked. He was caught in a harpy trap set by poachers, and his leg bore a nasty scratch. The angel's head snapped up, and his eyes met yours.

"You! Help me, right now! God commands it. I don't care if you're a filthy harpy, just do it," he snapped. Why should you help an angel? They would only take up space and waste your time. You started to walk away, deciding to forget about the angel by nightfall.

"Wait, please... I'm sorry. Please, I didn't mean it! Come back! I don't want to die," the angel pleaded.